A day lost and found

The day had come and gone without his notice. He had buried his face in the everyday and could not say whether the sun had shone all day or if snow had dusted the neighborhood. It was as if he had slept all day, but he remembered waking. Outside, he knew, there was a coldContinue reading “A day lost and found”

Object permanence

He was a simple man, or so he liked to think. He thought he was one of those guys who is born, lives for a bunch of years, and then dies without making an appreciable mark on the universe, one of those guys like the billions who had come before and the billions who wouldContinue reading “Object permanence”

The girl in the dream

(written about 13 years ago) She writes songs. In fact, she had the No. 1 song in the world. The words and melody struck so many people so deeply they had to own it and play it again anytime they wanted. She lives alone on the second floor of a two-story building. Maybe it wasContinue reading “The girl in the dream”

The affair of the fedora

The fedora had sat untouched at that jaunty angle for months. Did it miss my head? Was it forlorn and feeling forgotten? Would it ever move again? All of these thoughts would be rushing through its head, if it only had a head. But fedoras being fedoras, it needed someone else’s head to be complete.Continue reading “The affair of the fedora”

Opening to a short story set on a space station three-quarters of the way to the moon

The shuttle from Halfway Station was exactly on time, and he marveled at the precision needed to do that. A quarter of the distance between the Earth and the moon, measured in thousands of miles or kilometers or whatever, and the shuttle docked at 4:32 a.m. Greenwich Time, just as the schedule indicated. Only threeContinue reading “Opening to a short story set on a space station three-quarters of the way to the moon”

Pick the right sky

“Your dreams should be as big as the sky,” the weaver said. The boy looked up from the street corner, surrounded by skyscrapers. The girl looked up from the forest floor to see the canopy of trees, a patch of far-away blue peeking through the heavily leaved branches. “The sky isn’t very big,” the boyContinue reading “Pick the right sky”

Opening scene in a story to be named later

This is why I came: to see if what they were saying was actually true, that there was an alien being up a tree. And well, yes, yes it was. Perched on a branch was a vaguely human, vaguely insectoid little girl — it may have been a boy, but the long hairlike extensions fromContinue reading “Opening scene in a story to be named later”

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